Chapter 353 Quantity

"If you donate spirit stones, once the formation is completed and Feng Xi is killed, we will build a big demon-suppressing monument..."

Mo Hua gestured with his hands to show how big the pie... no, how big the monument is, and then said to Mr. An:

"When the time comes, carve your name first, carve it larger, and paint it in gold so that people can see it at a glance!"

It is a tradition for demon hunters to erect demon-suppressing monuments.

Once a powerful demon beast that is causing trouble is killed, demon hunters will cast a demon-suppressing monument and engrave the names of the monks who participated in the demon hunting on it to highlight the merits of the demon hunting.

However, no one has killed a big demon before, so naturally no one has erected a demon-suppressing monument to kill a big demon.

Old Master An asked calmly, "What if you can't kill it?"

Mo Hua also said frankly, "Even doing business will lose money, and hunting monsters will fail sometimes, not to mention hunting such a big monster, the risk is also very high."

"If you can't kill it, then you can't kill it, you can only think of another way out, and your spiritual stones will naturally be donated in vain."

Old Master An frowned, "So, I donated my property just for a false reputation that I may not get?"

"This is a real reputation, not a false reputation." Mo Hua corrected.

"How is it not false?"

Mo Hua explained, "Once the big monster is killed and the demon-suppressing monument is completed, this monument will be the most important monument in the history of Tongxian City."

"Tongxian City is there, the demon-suppressing monument is there, your name is there, and the An family will always be remembered by the cultivators of Tongxian City."

"This honor is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, you can't buy it no matter how many spiritual stones you spend in the future."

Old Master An was touched and frowned in thought.

Seeing this, Mo Hua whispered again: "Grandpa, let me say something unpleasant..."

Grandpa An was slightly startled, nodded and said: "Go ahead."

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

"The An family is still prosperous now. Everyone knows that you are the second largest family in Tongxian City. But if your An family declines in the future and all the family property is gone, who will remember who you are?"

"At that time, the An family will be like all the small families in this world, obliterated by the public, no one will mention it anymore, and no one will think of it. Even the children of your An family may not be proud of the family anymore."

Grandpa An looked calm, but his eyes dropped. He knew in his heart that Mo Hua was telling the truth.

This is also the fate of most small families in the cultivation world.

There must be decline after prosperity.

Small families have a weak foundation. Once they decline and their members are scattered, it will be difficult for them to rise again.

Not to mention a small family like theirs, even a large family, once it falls into decline, may gradually fall into decline and finally disappear in the long river of the history of the cultivation world.

Seeing that Mr. An was interested, Mo Hua's eyes lit up slightly, and he took the opportunity to say:

"But if your name is engraved on the largest demon-suppressing monument in Tongxian City, it will be different. All the cultivators in Tongxian City will remember your name and the history of the An family, even if the An family is gone hundreds of years later..."

Mr. An's heart trembled, and he looked at Mo Hua with resentment.

What do you mean by the An family is gone...

Mo Hua smiled embarrassedly and changed his words to a euphemism, "Even if the An family declines hundreds of years later and is not so rich, the people of Tongxian City will remember your kindness..."

"At this time, the spirit stones are empty, and this reputation is real."

Mo Hua spoke eloquently and patiently.

Mr. An's brows gradually furrowed, and he pondered for a long time. He couldn't make up his mind. Finally, he sighed and said slowly:

"Let me think about it."

Mo Hua originally sought Mr. An's opinion, and didn't want to force him. In fact, he had other ways to raise spiritual stones.

But the current situation of the An family is indeed a dilemma.

It's not good to donate or not.

So he asked Mr. An to donate some spiritual stones to change a good reputation for the descendants of the An family.

But the final choice is still decided by Mr. An.

"Then you think about it slowly, I'll take my leave first."

Mo Hua bowed politely, and then took small steps and walked out of the An family.

Mr. An stared at Mo Hua's back in a daze.

After a while, the screen moved slightly, and An Yonglu, the head of the An family, came out from behind. He walked to the front of Mr. An lightly, poured a cup of tea for him respectfully, and asked carefully:

"Dad, what's wrong?"

When Mr. An thought of Mo Hua, who was talking calmly just now, and saw his son's humble appearance, he was furious.

"You are the head of the family after all, and you can't bring such a big thing to the table!"

"Mo Hua, a child of ten years old, can find me openly and negotiate with me with reason and evidence."

"As the head of the family, you can't help at all, you can't say a word, and you just hide behind and eavesdrop!"

"If the An family is really handed over to you, it will be finished sooner or later!"

...

An Yonglu was scolded and felt wronged:

I want to come forward, but you are worried...

But he didn't dare to say anything back.

After scolding, Mr. An calmed down and sighed, saying:

"Donate it."

An Yonglu said: "Don't listen to Mo Hua's nonsense..."

Mr. An sighed: "Mo Hua has selfish motives, but he is telling the truth. When disaster strikes, we can't keep our An family's assets... Why not use them to exchange for a good reputation?"

An Yonglu was not convinced, "How can we not keep them?"

Mr. An said coldly: "What can we use to keep them?"

An Yonglu wanted to say that he could keep them, but when the words came to his lips, he was too timid to speak.

Seeing him like this, Mr. An looked a little tired and said slowly:

"I have thought about it for a long time these days, but there is still no good solution."

"There are only two roads in front of our An family: either leave or stay."

"If we leave, we can move our family to other immortal cities, but other immortal cities are occupied by forces and may not accommodate the An family, let alone get a share from them."

"And our An family restaurant has been open for a long time, always thinking that harmony brings wealth, and there are no ruthless people among our descendants. If we move to other places, we will surely decline within three generations."

"If we move to the city with the scattered cultivators, then our An family will be a piece of fat meat, and everyone will take a bite."

Speaking of this, Mr. An thought of the past again.

At that time, the caravan of the An family, escorted by the direct disciples, was swallowed up by the evil cultivators secretly instigated by the ancestor of the Qian family in the Big Black Mountain, and no one survived.

Thinking about this now, Mr. An is still frightened.

On the way to move the city, who knows how many big black mountains they will pass through and how many black mountain strongholds they will encounter.

The An family is traveling all the way, and they are afraid that their bones will be gnawed by others.

"If you don't leave, then you can only stay and build a large formation."

"Since we are staying to build a large formation, we must work together. Those poor casual cultivators have donated their spirit stones. How can our An family be selfish and let others look down on us?"

Grandpa An didn't say one more thing.

He actually has selfish motives.

He has a short life span, and his cultivation cannot be improved. This life is about to end. Although he is a family head in the foundation-building period and is prominent in front of others, he has not done much.

Grandpa An is not willing to do this. He doesn't want to waste his time in his old age. He wants to leave a name for himself and a good name for the An family.

With a firm intention, Mr. An felt much more relaxed, "Donate it."

An Yonglu was stunned and said, "Donate all?"

When Mr. An heard this, he became angry again, "Are you stupid? If we donate all, will our family starve to death? Can you think before you speak?"

An Yonglu said weakly, "Then how much should we donate..."

Mr. An felt a pain in his forehead and said patiently, "About 70% to 80%."

"Oh." An Yonglu tried again, "Then I will count it and give it to Manager Zhou?"

Mr. An nodded, thought for a moment, and shook his head again, "No, you count it, make a list, and give it to Mo Hua in person."

An Yonglu was slightly startled, a little unhappy, "This is too much praise for him..."

Even if he can draw a big formation, he is just a child in his teens.

An Yonglu wanted to say something else, but he saw that Old Master An's eyelids were twitching, and he was suppressing his anger, which meant that he couldn't help but hit him...

An Yonglu immediately shut up.

Old Master An said helplessly:

"When you look for Mo Hua, remember to bring Xiao Fu with you. Except for necessary matters, you should say less and be more respectful."

An Yonglu had no choice but to bow his head and say yes, but he still looked a little confused.

Old Master An drank a sip of tea, thought for a moment, and then said earnestly:

"These spirit stones are used to exchange for reputation."

"If we succeed in killing the big monster, our An family's descendants will all have a good reputation."

"If we fail to kill it, the casual cultivators will also remember our kindness, especially Elder Yu. If we make friends with him, once the An family encounters difficulties, the demon hunters will also help."

"But the most important thing is that this amount of spirit stones is to exchange for a favor from Mo Hua."

"Mo Hua is a child who still cares about human feelings." Old Master An The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion:

"If the formation is really built, then Mo Hua will be the thirteen-year-old master of the first-grade formation. No matter what reputation he has, it is far less important than Mo Hua's favor."

An Yonglu was stunned, "Is it really that important?"

Old man An shook his head and murmured, "You don't understand the weight of the three words 'master'. Especially this master is only thirteen years old, which is even more terrifying..."

An Yonglu's heart trembled, and he nodded solemnly.

Since the old man said so, the master must be more powerful.

But whether it is a first-grade formation master or a master formation master, he thinks it's actually the same...

Seeing his expression, Old man An knew that he didn't understand at all, and couldn't help but sighed deeply again.

Two days later, An Yonglu counted the spirit stones and some array materials, made a list, and brought An Xiaofu to Mo Hua in person.

Mo Hua was overjoyed, "Thank you Uncle An, please tell Grandpa An that Mo Hua will remember this favor!"

An Yonglu nodded, feeling that the task was accomplished. He also remembered Grandpa An's instructions, did not say anything extra, just exchanged a few words, and left.

Instead, An Xiaofu stayed.

He was not cunning, and he didn't care whether to donate spirit stones or not. He just heard that there was something going on, and that he was going to find Mo Hua, so he followed him happily, and then had a meal before going back.

After all, in his heart, Mo Hua's food was the most delicious.

Thank you Xingye Zhilian for the reward~

Thank you for everyone's support.

Currently writing is relatively slow, only two updates a day, about 5-6k words.

I will slowly adjust it later and try to update more~